If you don't know the true face, maybe you will really be deceived by him.

As he read it, the Maoshan disciple suddenly knelt on the ground with a "poof".

His eyes were glazed, his face was stiff, his body was still shaking slightly, and his mouth seemed to be whispering something.

After a while, he suddenly began to kowtow to the fat monk, coughing so hard that his forehead broke in a few moments, and the blood flowed, and he kept kowtowing as if he didn't notice it.

Then the voice of the mouth became louder and louder: "I am guilty...... Pray to the holy monks to transcend ...... I'm guilty...... Pray to the holy monks to be exceeded. ”

"Amitabha...... The Buddha said that if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? Since the donor sincerely repents, then the poor monk will naturally help him, drive away the karma from the donor, and let the donor ascend to bliss as soon as possible. ”

The fat monk showed a compassionate look, he stretched out his hand, as if blessing, and pressed it on the top of the man's head.

As he chanted, he slowly pulled his hand up.

Soon, an illusory and distorted figure was forcibly pulled out of the man's body.

After that, the fat monk opened his mouth, took a long breath, and actually sucked the man's soul into his mouth.

Without a soul, the person was like a corpse, and his body immediately became limp, because he was grabbed by the fat monk, so he never fell.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

The fat monk grabbed the corpse with one hand, and then struck with lightning strikes, stabbing the man in the chest.

In the face of great power, the man's chest was like papier-mâché.

I could clearly see that the fat monk's hand entered from the front of his chest and stretched out from his back like a sharp knife.

The most terrifying thing is that in his hands, he still grasps a bloody heart, which is even beating slightly.

After shaking the body away, the fat monk looked at the beating heart in his hand, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He took a deep breath and showed a very intoxicated expression, as if what he was holding in his hand was not a bloody heart, but some delicacies from the mountains and seas.

At this time, I suddenly thought of what he said, if you don't eat the flesh of sentient beings, how can you know that sentient beings are suffering?

The Buddha is nothing more than the human heart, and if it does not eat the human heart, how can he understand the Buddha's principles?

As soon as the thought came to him, the fat monk suddenly opened his mouth, bit down on the bloody heart, and then chewed it beautifully.

Seeing this scene, I only felt my stomach churning and my mouth water, and I just "uh" and vomited.

This demon monk really eats people's hearts!

Although I have been mentally prepared for a long time, it is a different feeling to actually see it, and I can't accept this kind of thing anyway, not only disgusting, but also a shock from the depths of my soul.

When I regained my mood and looked up again, the fat monk had completely eaten people's hearts, and his mouth was full of blood, and his expression was extremely intoxicated.

After that, he sat cross-legged on a sarcophagus and began to chant sutras.

It is ironic to read Buddhist scriptures in your mouth, but to eat people's hearts, and to do some anti-human things.

Just as I was about to withdraw my gaze, I suddenly noticed that something was wrong with the fat monk's body, his back was a little swollen, and he was still squirming, as if there was a mouse hidden in his clothes.

The bulge starts at the neck and then slowly moves down to the tail vertebrae before stopping.

Only then did I notice that a bloodstain slowly appeared on the fat monk's robe.

Just as I was concentrating on it, something on the fat monk's back slowly pierced his robe and stretched out.

When I saw the situation, I couldn't help but gasp because I realized that there was a hand sticking out of his back.

A bloody hand.